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this is, like, 16 years old and i don't want to be back in the suicide tube i was in then, but i don't think i can write anything this good now. i write out when i'm squeezed by animals -- like i was at a zoo and i see these pretty animals but we're not the same species. but, sometimes, yes, someone human, and i fall... not very often... less than three fingers... one more than a peace-now V and someone and his small circle which doesn't include me.